With a low and hoarse laughter, a small shadow swayed slightly behind the window curtain, and a person's outline faintly emerged. The laughter passed, and the figure merged with the night again, and even the breathing became faint.

Zhi Shuzhen played with ten fingers, and the continuous sound of the piano covered the bamboo building.

"How are you ready?" The man's voice floated behind the window curtain, blurred like smoke.

"From the moment my father made a plan before his death, I was preparing." Zhi Shouzhen's eyes slowly flew over the dazzling array of treasures, and he said for a while, "In the past few days, my eyes have become better and better, and my ears and nose are much sharper than before. Occasionally, I will feel a little good and bad in a daze."

The window curtain shook suddenly: "Is Wu Ling really going to be successful?"

Zhi Shouzhen nodded: "Dad once said, 'Five senses of spirits rise, qi and blood rise, the fetus moves between the eyebrows, and the witch spirit is about to be born.' I have all the signs."

"Okay, okay, okay! The old patriarch was wrong. You are born with pure bloodlines and your soul is much stronger than ordinary people. You are the clan member of the Zhi family who is most likely to achieve witch spirits in a thousand years!" The man's tone showed a hint of undepressed excitement, "We have been waiting for too long this day! The old patriarch's spirit in the sky has also been waiting for too long!"

Zhi Shouzhen's expression was faint: "At least you and I don't have to act anymore."

The man shook his head: "What's the point of this than the old patriarch's kindness to me? The old patriarch said that you should be cruel and tolerant in doing big things!"

"You are more like his son than I do."

"But only you have his blood flowing."

"So, I can only continue on this road." Zhi Shouzhen murmured, and the sound of the piano gradually became deeper, "Because my surname is Zhi, I was bleeding from the witch clan."

"To this day, neither you nor me can turn back. Don't forget that the old patriarch has given his life." The man spoke loudly, bursting out his bloodthirsty murderous aura. "In less than a few days, a horse-drawn hunting team will touch the village, and I have left them enough traces."

Zhi Shouzhen was silent for a moment and said, "With Bare's personality, he will definitely have a big fight with Ma Hua."

"Then you're only one last step away - climbing the altar to worship the sky!" The man said sly. All the ancestors of the witch clan have been sacrificed and the unity of man and nature can truly give birth to the witch spirit.

Zhi Shunzhen's fingers plucked the strings and the sound of the piano became a little messy. The man felt something and looked at Zhi Shunzhen deeply: "Are you still hesitating?"

Zhi Shouzhen lowered his eyes, and darkness surged around him: "How can I hesitate?" He suddenly exerted force and ticked the strings, and the strings trembled like sharp thorns on his fingertips. "The Great Chu "Confucianism" says, 'If the name is not right, the words will not go well.' Although Barre is in power, he always lacks the title of a patriarch. Sooner or later, he will attack me, either causing me to fall off the cliff, or drown in a mountain stream when I get drunk... And my tribesmen will only applaud, thanking that there is one less disaster in the village."

The man said, "It's good that you know, why bother with those idiots? The old patriarch said that for the sake of the witch spirit and the ancient and noble inheritance of the witch clan, blood flows into a river!"

"Just like it was eight hundred years ago..." Zhi Shuimin said to herself, and after a moment, he said again, "In the evening, Zhi You released another blood-eyed falcon."

"Does Wu Ji like to raise birds?" Wang Ziqiao walked up the stilt house, and the twisted crunch of the bamboo ladder seemed extremely sharp in the middle of the night.

"What?" The attic was dim and the oil lamp was like beans, illuminating the wrinkles that suddenly shrank from the face.

"Does Wu Ji like to raise birds?" Prince Qiao stared at the hexagonal copper wire bird cage hanging in the corner of the wall and asked repeatedly. The light reflected in his deep pupils, and a little sharp flashed in a trance.

Zhiyou walked to a few cases, sat cross-legged, and subconsciously refused to look at the bird cage: "Sometimes I feel so bored that I can pass the time, which makes the gentleman laugh." In the middle of the night, Wang Ziqiao suddenly came to visit, which made him feel uneasy.

"What kind of bird is this? It looks very special." Prince Qiao walked straight to the bird cage, stretched out his finger and tugged it. The cage shook, and several blood-eyed falcons stared at him coldly.

"How can you know what the wild bird caught in the mountains are called?" Zhi Yougan coughed and picked up the water jug ​​on the table to moisten his throat. "Sir, I'm late at night, I don't know what's the price to do?"

Prince Qiao smiled, and instead of answering the words of Zhi You, he kept looking at the Blood-eyed Falcon: "The fur is blue, the eyes are red, and the neck is very thick. I should have seen it in which picture book. Let me think about it..."

The branch suddenly stiffened from the hunched back.

"By the way!" Wang Ziqiao continued, "It seems to be called Blood Eyes-Blood Eyes-"

Zhi You hurriedly rushed to the interface: "It's a blood-eyed bird!"

"Ah...yes, it's a blood-eyed bird, so it's called this." Prince Qiao suddenly patted her forehead, turned her head, and looked at Zhiyou with a smile, "Huh? So Wu Ji knew the name of the bird?"

"As soon as I said that, I suddenly remembered that a man occasionally mentioned the name of this wild bird. When he was old, he really couldn't remember these inconspicuous little things. It was still because of his goodness. He was a very knowledgeable person." Zhi You smiled and his stiff back relaxed. Wang Ziqiao mistakenly recognized the blood-eyed falcon as the blood-eyed falcon, which was exactly his wish. The blood-eyed falcon was poor and difficult to tame. It is common in the wilderness and forests. It looks like the blood-eyed falcon, but the former's tail feathers were mixed with a slight blue, and only experts can tell the difference.

"It's not awesome, but a friend of the Feather Tribe told me a lot of interesting stories about birds." Wang Ziqiao said, "Everyone knows, the Feather Tribe likes to raise all kinds of birds, which can accompany and dance to enhance the elegance; it can also keep a watch and track, send letters and send messages. Some spiritual birds also have unique skills."

When Zhi You heard the words "Feather Clan" and "sending a message", he was beating in his heart and secretly looked at Wang Ziqiao's expression. He didn't know whether he was talking nonsense or something. If there was something in his words, what did Wang Ziqiao guess? Otherwise, why did the topic always turn around the blood-eyed falcon?

"I wonder if the blood-eyed bird raised by Wu Ji can have any special things?" Wang Ziqiao asked with interest.

The thigh and hair was dry, and I picked up the water jug ​​and took a few more sips: "I am stupid, and I can't do anything."

"Wild bird? I look more like I'm used to being domesticated." Prince Qiao suddenly reached out and opened the cage door, grabbed a blood-eyed falcon, and took out a sticky dark yellow tree seed from its furry neck feather, twisted his fingers, "Look, they flew out and still know how to fly back."

The water jug ​​shook, tea splashed out, Zhi You's smile stopped on his face. The blood-eyed falcon was the one he sent to send a message. I thought that on the way back, the feathers accidentally stuck to the tree seeds.

"The birds of the witch sacrifice are still spiritual." Prince Qiao said slowly, his fingers fiddling with the feathers of the blood-eyed falcon. Zhi You felt that his hand seemed to fall on him, tightly grasping the beating heart.

"Sir, joking, what kind of spirituality does this stupid thing have?" Zhi You became wise and hurriedly said, "This is the seeds I feed them on my daily basis." He picked up the water jug, walked to the bird cage, added water to the food basin, deliberately looked at the blood-eyed falcon on Prince Qiao's hand, and acted to close the cage door.

Prince Qiao smiled slightly, his sleeves shook, and the blood-eyed falcon suddenly disappeared into the palm of his hand.

Zhi changed slightly from his face: "Sir, this is what he wants..."

Prince Qiao said coldly: "I was entrusted by Wu Wu to thoroughly investigate the internal disasters of the clan. If there is any obstruction, I can do it cheaply."

Zhi You hissed: "What does this have to do with me?"

Prince Qiao looked directly at Zhi You, and every word was as heavy as a tremendous stalk: "As far as I know, aren't blood-eyed croakers only eating insects and not vegetarians? Are Wu Ji's tamed croakers really blood-eyed croakers?"

With a "bang", the water tank slipped down, and the support trembled from his lips, meeting the bright and bright gaze of Prince Qiao.

He knew! He must have known something! Zhi You's heart was so hilarious that he was frightened and frightened that he wanted to kill the other party immediately. He touched the pack of poison powder hidden in his sleeve and wanted to throw it over, but he didn't dare. For a long time, his palms were sweating like slurry, and the cold kept oozing into his bones.

He suddenly understood that he was really old.

"Why are you uneasy in the witch festival? I have no other intentions. I just want to ask about the old things that the nobles have been doing for eight hundred years." Prince Qiao's calm voice came slowly.

Zhiyue's heart trembled, and his suspicion increased. What exactly should Prince Qiao do? He was really trying to help Barre solve the disaster in the clan, or did he have another purpose?

Finally he buried his head and sighed dejectedly: "What do you want to know? I know everything and say everything."

"Zhi You, the son of the turtle who colluded with the feather tribe and was digging his grave! Hehe, the older he gets more and more afraid of death. The old clan elder saw him through it before his death." The man sneered, and a snow-white cold flashed across his teeth.

Zhi Shouzhen said: "Prince Qiao is a person who can't see through it."

The man said, "This man is very strange. I turned around the bamboo building where he lives inside and out, but I couldn't find a fallen hair. I couldn't even see the dander. I'm really a ghost!"

"Our clan's classics record that only those who are about to ascend to become immortals will be clean, sweat-free, and sludge-free, with hard hair falling, and no dandruff left. Of course, Wang Ziqiao has not practiced to this point." Zhi Shouzhen said, and the scene of seeing Wang Ziqiao for the first time appeared in front of him: he was pushed down by Balang, and took advantage of the opportunity to grab Wang Ziqiao's robe, and the latter retreated without a trace.

"The only explanation is that Wang Ziqiao is quite afraid of the witch clan, so he deliberately cleans up the hair and dander he fell. No wonder... I didn't succeed that day." Zhi Shuzhen reached out and twisted out a small needle that was almost transparent from his hair, as short as nails and as thin as cow's hair. It was the Fengqian needle he bought from the business traveler for a lot of money. Just a light stab can penetrate his clothes and absorb a drop of blood. The person who was in the needle would not feel anything strange. Unfortunately, Wang Ziqiao was too alert and even a drunk and weak boy could not approach him.

The man frowned: "I can't suck his blood, nor can I get hair and dander. Isn't it very troublesome?"

Zhi Shouzhen pondered: "It's enough to have that kind of thing. After all, it's impossible to really use Zhuyou forbidden spell on him. However, Wang Ziqiao should understand Zhuyou forbidden spells so that he will be wary." He pushed the guqin away, and his eyes showed a deep thought, "Even Zhi You can't figure out Zhuyou forbidden spells. Why should Wang Ziqiao understand? His purpose of coming to Bailing Mountain is probably not simple, I hope we are not attracting the wolf into the room."

The man said, "I knew this a long time ago, so I wouldn't instigate Barre to find him. How can the best priest in the world be used at will?"

"But he is the most suitable candidate." Zhi Shuimian shook his head, got up and walked to the flower and bird rosewood enclosed marble cabinet against the wall, and took out several thick stacks of books.
Chapter completed!